Fold the year’s paininto renzuru--everything you lost lockedin the heart,head full of yearning,embarrassmentslike showy tailfeathers,all your melodies memorizedin the wings.Keep your crane of ghostsand minor chordscreased in your notebook,carry it with you,stashed in your pillow for dreaming.
For my Real Toads, inspired by Kevn Kinney’s Broken Hearts and Auto Parts
embarrassments / like showy tailfeathers
ReplyDeletewhat a killer line ~
That pillow sounds such like a hard one for a good nights sleep.. A melancholy so deep with those heavy wings.. Great poetry.
ReplyDeleteYou had me with the first lines! Excellent image, well folded my friend.
ReplyDelete"your crane of ghosts
ReplyDeleteand minor chords"
I keep mine deep inside as you suggest.
Th crane bit makes me think of origami.. Lovely!
ReplyDeleterezuru = folding mutliple paper cranes linked together
DeleteOh beautiful.....love the "embarrassments like showy tail-feathers" and the "crane of ghosts".
ReplyDelete<3 in love with this one
ReplyDeleteOh how humans tend to want to hold on...I love the unique ways you describe in this...the embarrassments like showy white tailfeathers!
ReplyDeletexoxo
ReplyDeleteWe never seem to be able to let go.
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